Information
Shadow the Dhemon
Wilbur
Legacy Name: Wilbur
The Storm Escalade
Owner: Trithie
Age: 5 years, 5 months, 5 days
Born: October 23rd, 2018
Adopted: 4 years, 11 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: April 10th, 2019
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
He looked at the mirror and scolded himself. This had been happening too much recently. It was just his mind playing tricks on him, there was nothing in the room with him, nothing was really moving out of the corner of his eye.
Yet it kept happening. Sometimes it was like his reflection in the mirror was moving on its own, a small twitch in the hand or leg, just enough for him to notice. Just a trick of eye, he kept telling himself. But it was unsettling. Perhaps less unsettling than the dark shadows he sometimes saw, there and gone before he even had a chance to blink.
But it was never anything definite, never anything that he couldn’t just write off. It was nothing he could even speak of to anyone else, for fear of being written off as just a little bit crazy.
The day had begun like any other. A little cool and overcast, but nothing unusual. He had gotten ready to leave his home, but as he passed a mirror in the hallway, he’d seen it again. This time, it was blatant. His reflection had waved. Trying to get his attention. He had stopped and stared, for several minutes, but nothing else had happened.
The sense of urgency in the wave, though, had been unsettling.
He returned home that evening, the wave still in the back of his mind. He stopped in front of the same mirror, and sat. He would wait for it to happen again.
Hours passed, and nothing. His eyes were getting heavy, but he tried to stop himself from dozing.
Suddenly, he saw it. A black shadow loomed behind him. He looked over his shoulder, but nothing was there. He looked back to the mirror. His reflection was standing, staring over his shoulder at the darkness that he could still see in the mirror. Condensation was forming on the reflective surface.
His reflection growled, looking fierce and practically the opposite of Wilbur’s terror. It reached out and wrote a message to Wilbur. One word.
Run
Wilbur remained frozen for a moment, as his reflection wheeled around and leaped at the dark shadow. This action pulled him back to reality, and he did what his reflection had said. He ran.
He didn’t know where he was running, but he didn’t stop, not for a long time. But eventually he did.
After that day, the shadows in the mirror were gone.
However, so was his reflection. He never saw it again.
Pet Treasure
Smoke Mote
Curl of Nightmarish Smoke
Djinn Smoke
Black Smoke Wisp
Free Flowing Liquid Shadow
Shard of Liquid Shadow
Curious Bottle of Black Smoke
Essence of Living Shadow
Small Bottle of Liquid Shadow
Flask of Liquid Shadow
Broken Flask of Liquid Shadow
Dripping Liquid Shadow
Miss Nanny Mirror
Haunted Mirror Prop
Ghoulish Broken Mirror
Beast Shattered Mirror
Broken Ornamented Mirror
Oval Scrying Mirror
Book of Shadows
Startling Reflections
Maliss
Scaredy Cat
Hexling
Zombie Demon
Mimic Demon